Musings of a no-meat eating, snail phobic, architecture loving, avid photo taking ballerina who reads loads. Revelations 21:23 for life.
"Everyone's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness" - F. Scott Fitzgerald
"Everyone's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness" - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald (via homosensuous)
F. Scott is like the man. He always knows what to say.
(Source: liveandletlive)
“Breaking up with me was the best thing he ever did. Maybe I should break up with me?”
I just really love Celeste and Jesse, ok?
April 19 is just around the corner. One year without you.
You know, its so crazy the way heartbreak works. When its fresh and the wound is still bleeding, it feels like it’ll never scar and heal. Like you envision these plans of a bridge being built, yet you can’t see the final construction of it. (really cheesy metaphor with an allusion to the sassy remark ‘build a bridge and get over it’)
But you know what? One month passes, then two, then four, then six. And then twelve. Twelve months pass by and slowly, that bridge gets built. And you end up feeling better than you imagined you would be. Who knows what the future holds?
So what, my first love hurt me. Doesn’t everyones? Bigger and better things are coming up, and I finally can see it. Soon enough, you’ll be able to see the ‘better plans’ and ‘bigger things’ people told you would come- you know, the words they used to console your heartbreak.
And let me tell you, this is just the beginning, but its so fucking true.
(this was on my private blog, from a few days ago)
I’m glad you’re moving on. No, I really am. I won’t mind knowing you’re possibly hooking up with the girl who sits 3 seats in front of me in 6th period. She’s very nice. And why doesn’t it bother me? Because its your life. I was a part of your life, and in a way I still am. And that’s all I need. We had our time together, and it was great. But now you’re moving on and that’s great. I’m really happy for you. Just don’t forget me. No one wants to be forgotten.
This year is really starting to look up. I’m almost regretting not going on the class trip. I could’ve met so many people. But honestly, what’s the stress? I have three more years to find myself, find new friends and make new memories. Things are falling into place and I’m thrilled.
Listening to Bon Iver’s Skinny Love this year and remembering listening to it last year, around the same time, and seeing how relevant it really was. Crazy how far I’ve come since then. Just a thought.
Side note since we’re on the topic of Skinny Love: I cannot stand when people say that ‘skinny love’ refers to two people who love each other but don’t admit it. Bon Iver himself said its about love that’s wearing thin, getting weak. Hence the line ‘come on skinny love/just last the year’. Geez people.
